{Hermione's POV}
"Godric's Ghost, I like Fred! A lot." I thought frantically to myself.
"I like him so much I nearly let slip about Padfoot. Gah, Why can't I just be a nun; free from the pulls of love and lust." I wished.
That time with Fred in his secret room was amazing. He was like the teddy bear I had when I was young. He would protect me, and listen to me without judging me. He told me about how he was but was never conceited about his achievements. The only time he remotely sounded conceited is when he wants to.
I walked back to the common room where there was a celebration of Harry's near victory in full swing. Harry came over and asked where I had been. I said with Fred, a look crossed his face but it was gone before I could identify it. Of course, Harry could read me like a book. It came with knowing someone for 4 years with hardly any time not seeing her. He gave me a questioning look and said
"Fred Weasley?"
"Yes, there aren't any other Fred's I know."
"Are you going to tell me what you did?"
"Later."
Long after everyone else had gone to bed, including Ron and Fred, Harry and I sat on the comfy chairs by the fire talking
"You went to their secret hideout?" Harry was marveling at it
"I didn't know it was secret." I told him
"Well, for one, it's not on the Marauder's map" he pointed out "And, the entire time you were there, which was a good few hours I must say, no one came in until George" He continued
"Yes, I guess it is secret then." I conceded
"Do you like him?" Harry said quietly
"What?" I pretended not to have heard him
"Do. You. Like. Him?" He repeated "In more that a friendly way," He clarified
"I'm not sure." I confided in Harry
"O.K, then answer this. Would you hug Fred?"
"Yes, I already do." I replied instantly, better to stick to the truth
"Would you let him have his arm around you?"
"Uh, yes." I thought back to the secret room
"Do you think he would protect you?"
"He said he would, and I believe him." I answered
"When did he say that?" Harry seemed confused
"When we were dancing at the Yule Ball, he saved me from Viktor kissing me." I explained
"Oh, right, of course. Would you hold his hand?" the inquisition continued
"Yes,"
"Would you talk to him 'til late at night?"
"I did, the night of the Yule Ball. I fell asleep on him while talking." Probably too much information
"Would you kiss him?" I knew that that was the final question
What ever I answered would determine whether or not I like Fred- in Harry's eyes at least. I already knew that I did. I just didn't want to outright admit it to Harry.
"I think I would." I told him what he already knew was coming
"There you have it, you like Fred," he said with a tone of victory
"And you like Cho," I put in
"And Ron is hopelessly in love with Fleur Delacour" we finished together
I smiled at how much Harry and I reminded me of the twins.
"Harry, you're the best best friend I could ever ask for!" I leaned over and hugged him.